This weekend Luke and I headed to Big Bear with two of our favorite couples from law school (both husbands were groomsmen in our wedding). It was something we had talked about for months but only nailed down plans the week before and I’m so glad we did. I think sometimes we like to romanticize long weekends with friends but we’ll make up excuses so that the trips are never executed. I’m so thankful this group didn’t go that route.
Law school is a unique season of life and while I only have the insight of a spouse (no, I was not the one in law school). I do feel as if I have been just as much a part of the late night studying, the early morning flashcards and of course the Bar Prep Luke so diligently took on. It’s draining, taxing and at times feels never-ending. And then all of a sudden, three years later (or two and a half if you’re Luke) you’re graduating! This trip was dedicated to our graduates and I loved celebrating them. As Elle Woods would say:
When we were deciding on where we would go for this trip it was hard to narrow down our options, which is another reason I love California. We can go to the beach, the mountains or the desert!
The group (minus Luke) had been to Big Bear, a small city in San Bernardino County, located in the San Bernardino Mountains, earlier this year and loved it. We decided it was time to go back. It’s only about 2 hours from our home in Calabasas and is an easy drive without traffic. We left early Saturday morning and arrived at our cabin around 9:30am.
I’ve never liked the A-Frame look but this house won me over. It was the perfect spot for our getaway. It had a spiral staircase that went from the loft to the main floor and then down to the lower level. It had a hot tub, lakefront views, a boat dock for Luke to fish on, three bedrooms and two baths with a foosball table and a patio for us to enjoy.
It’s always so exciting to get to a new place, unload and begin to take it all in. I love what a change in scenery can do for my creativity, mood and dreams.
This weekend we hiked a mountain. I watched our dogs chase each other with big doggy smiles on their faces. We put our feet up. We cooked delicious food, made even better by the company. We laughed and sang songs. I learned new games and new facts about my friends. We fell asleep to snowflakes and woke up to a blanket of white over the previously green mountains. We exchanged stories and worries and dreams. We celebrated our comradery and talked about what the future held for each couple.
And as fast as the weekend came and went, I feel as though it was the first pause I have had in a long time. I don’t know what the factors are that made it feel that way but I’m glad to look back and recognize it.
The other two women on the trip, Abby and Ellie, have become my best friends during this season and I’m going to miss them terribly when they move to Dallas and Austin. Abby is spirited, smart, quick, caring and fun. Ellie is kind, gracious, stunning and sweet. She knows just what to say when I’m sad and knows how to make me feel special. Maybe one of the factors of feeling that pause this weekend was the reality of their upcoming moves and how that will change things for me.
Maybe it was listening to their dreams and realizing mine still have them here with me.
Yes, I think that’s it. Maybe I’m trying to grab a hold of these last few months that suddenly seem so fleeting. I was soaking in every Mosie and Maui moment (our dogs). And as snap happy as I was with pictures I think I had that same urgency to capture every moment in my heart because friendships like this don’t come around as much as I’d like them to. This group goes together with ease and we’ve had something so special. Maybe all of those factors is why I was finally able to hit pause.
Whatever it was, I’m thankful that at least for a moment, I was cooking with my friends and calling the boys in from the dock for breakfast after fishing.